Chapter ONE - Weebly

to me?”
“I thought you weren’t taking any jobs for a while.”
“This one’s different,” he said. “I couldn’t say no.”
She didn’t respond.
“That man works for Abner Berson. His daughter’s
been killed.”
“I heard,” she said, her voice flat. Ethan had been
sure she would have much to say about him working on
a killing, but if she did, she kept it to herself.
“They want me because there were spells involved.
He didn’t say it, but I’m sure. I think I might even have
felt the conjuring that killed her. That’s why Berson
didn’t go to Sephira Pryce.”
“And do you have to work every job that calls for a
conjurer?”
“Would you rather I left it to Sephira or the sheriff?
They know nothing about spells. Or rather, they know
just enough to cast suspicion on every speller in Boston,
myself included. It has to be me, Kannice. I’m the only
one who knows enough about conjuring to find the
truth.”
Kannice went back to wiping the bar, rubbing at the